#ioniandancer

Truth was currently tracking a large boar he had caught sight of moments before. He was hot on it’s trail and he could feel that he was getting close. He had his bow at the ready as he found that he wasn’t far now.

Send to get a kiss from my muse!

Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss + reverse

He held the small cake gently in his hands, tilting his head slightly as he looked down on it.  He leaned down to smell it slightly before looking back at the person who offered it to him.

“I am afraid I am not familiar with this dessert.  What is it called?” he asked, squishing it slightly between his fingers.  “It is... soft.  And you said the outside was made of rice?  How did they change the grain into a dough?”

After a moment more of inspecting it, he took a bite of it, white powder dusting his muzzle and lips slightly.  His eyes lit up, a smile appearing.

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No me uwu

From beyond the veil, a beautiful woman is mid slumber, her body and soul quiet as she dreams a peaceful dream. Her place of rest warm and comforting to her form, furs and blankets adorning her like decoration. For her, the universe is still, it is warm and sweet, but from reality seems to drift a being who threatens that peace. The very being that threatens the universe itself, seems to approach her pure dream, claws outstretched, set on corruption.

The being found himself sensing her power, craving for it, hungry to make it his, and to claim it for the Singularity. Though he could feel that it was a power he could not so easily consume; it was one he had to lure out into the open. And what better way than to go to the most tender place of all, with all walls broken- than a dream? 

So he came to her then- a gentle hand running over the skin of her cheek as the dark star manifested on her bed, sitting beside her. He dared not to stir her from her sleep, else he lose his chance. This was to be meticulous; a true procedure that required a delicate hand. And so, ever so carefully, he pushed his manifestation into the reality of the young woman’s mind. He formed just as before, easing her dream into a reality that was comforting, pulling from the recesses of her mind of what he could grasp at. 

That’s when he truly appeared before her, a being that appeared to be no more than a man. A crown adorned his head, shoulders weighted nicely by a beautiful shawl. Long, black hair flowed past his shoulders, meeting in a loose braid that hung down his back. He was beautiful- truly. After all, he wanted to be as comforting in appearance as possible.

With a smile and tender voice, the man spoke;

“Hello.”

Send 💝to give my muse a Valentine’s Day card! (I know I’m fucking late don’t @ me)

It was pretty cute, he had to admit.  He bow his head gratefully, smiling down at the card before back to her.